Dave's Great Day -- Part II
By Billy Jay Dee
The company invested a lot of time and money in me getting my professional certification. I could not embarrass myself by failing the big test. It was less than a week away. I sat down and studied every time I found a two-hour window of opportunity. But, next thing you know, I'm on a jet headed for Seattle and the big day.
I had the test, various appointments and relatives in town. That didn't give me many windows of opportunity for playing. However, my schedule fell apart, leaving me one whole day to myself. So I got on my favorite personals website for bears and wrote: "I'll be in my hotel room studying all day. I'd sure enjoy someone stopping by and fucking me in the ass!"
You can imagine I got responses throughout the day, including one guy who couldn't make it this time, but gave me his email address for next time I'm in town. The big winner called to confirm my interest.
After a short pleasant conversation he mentioned, "I'm 6'4"-"
"Why didn't you start with that?" I blurted out.
"It's in my profile," he answered hesitantly.
"I didn't read your profile. I just picked you out because of your smiling face."
That convinced him to head my way.
My shirt lay on the back of the chair when I answered the door. He was a gorgeous bear. He towered over my 6'1" frame. Fine, curly, short blonde hair covered his head, jaw line and chin, with just the chin turning white. His lips produced the sweetest smile. He wore granny glasses which he nervously removed the second he got inside my room. His skin was tan with the unusually warm summer. My hotel room was relatively cool, but about to get hot.
"Hi, I'm Bill."
"I'm Saul."
I swung the door shut behind his broad shoulders and we fell into one another's arms and kissed simply. Obviously his legs were long. His frame was solid and manly from what I could see so far. He prattled along pleasantly, but I longed to remove his shirt. He complied with my expressed wish. The same blonde hair covered his chest and body. Small rings pierced each nipple. "Please be careful of the left one, it's tender," he begged.
Back in one another's arms, we wrestled playfully. I grabbed his firm, round, hairy ass through the denim. His fingers drilled at the hole in my white butt through the dark denim I wore. Then our long fingered hands headed for one another's crotches as our tongues wrestled.
"Can be gentle if you want, but I'm perfectly capable of man-handling you. Whatever you want."
"The latter might be okay. We'll see," I responded guardedly? from experience.
"It's been a long hot day. How about I go clean up?"
When he returned from the bathroom, I pulled back the blankets and bedspread.
"I brought supplies," he said as he sat down his small back pack and opened it up. "Oh, you already have condoms. And how about? Oh you have a towel, too! "
He began stripping then. I stepped out of my black Wranglers and sat on the side of the bed closest to Saul. Before I really got to check out his package, he stuck his hands under my arms, hefted me up and threw me back towards the foot of the bed.
"Let's straighten these out," he said, moving my legs so I stretched out on the queen size the long way. He crawled over me with a hungry look in his green eyes. His plush pink lips fell open in concern. His massive right hand slid up my hairless chest and scooped up my crucifix. "I don't want to hurt you. Will this?"
"It will be fine." I assured him with a pat on his hairy left arm. "And ah, I kind of like being man-handled."
He beamed in response, then rose up on his knees and with one on either side scooted forward until he was astride my head. He grabbed his hardening cock and began to strike my cheeks and tease my lips with it. His dick stood about 8 inches long, smooth and clean along the whole shaft, with the tightest, firmest small balls. He wore one of those plastic wrist bracelets around his cock and balls. He hummed in pleasure as he humped my slurping mouth. Once we were in a rhythm, I reached up his giant torso so my hands could move across the terrain of his hairy body. The crooked little finger on my right hand snagged the ring on his left nipple.
He gasped and crumbled a little. But, his dick kept getting harder. I apologized. His killer smile returned. His massive paws guided my hand to his right nipple.
"Just press it like this," he directed.
He kept telling me how good looking I was. While my hands romped across his chest, he gazed hungrily at me. Maybe he was actually watching his long white cock slide in and out of my dry lips.
"Enjoying this?"
I nodded in response and kept slurping on his now solid rod.
"Okay, then," he said and then flopped backwards on the bed. "Feed me some cock, now!"
I took me a second to figure out what he'd just said. Then I straddled his wide chest. My long ball sac stroked his soft beard. My rock-hard six-inch cock slid in and out of his soft mouth. This big-boy knew how to suck cock! I pressed my body up against the headboard and wall to get my stiff dick deeper into him. His tongue knew what to do. The left side of my sweaty face clung to the wall as I began to pant and? I gasped when he spit me out!
"I guess I should have mentioned this sooner."
After catching my breath, I scooted back so my blue eyes could gaze down upon his green. Smiling up at me, with his hands helping his mouth to communicate he said, "I'm kind of tired from work and I took an antihistamine, so I'm not sure how good a fucker I'll be. Anyway, I'm HIV negative. I'm careful and I get checked regularly. I'd really like to fuck you bareback. It feels so much better when I don't use a condom."
At that particular moment, my firm cock dry humped that forest of hair on his muscular belly and my elongated balls were gliding back and forth on his rock hard rod. I stopped. I gazed down at him and lay my index finger across his lips.
"I'm positive," I said clearly and waited for his cock to wilt or for an expression of concern to cross his face.
Instead, he smiled. "I'm okay with that. I'm almost exclusively a top. It will be fine."
"Well, as long as you know the risks."
"I do," he said gleefully. "Get on all fours!"
With that he threw me backwards and jumped out of bed. I assumed the position and he hauled me to the perpendicular to the side of the bed, spread my overhanging feet so his thick thighs could enter, lubed my ass, lubed his cock, stroked up and down my crack a few times and then entered me. After the fine fucking I got from Jeb recently, I can't say the Saul's sudden invasion hurt much at all, even though his cock was long and thick. He leaned over me and with long arms pressed my head and shoulders into the mattress to give himself better access to my ass.
It felt great! He kept banging away on my ass with me pinned to the mattress. I reached between my white thighs to keep my long balls out of the way and accidently stroked his smooth tight ball sac.
"Oh yeah! Do that, Dave!"
So, I did. I fondled both sets of balls as he kept picking me up and moving me around like a rag doll. At one point, lifting my chest and pulling me back against himself, so he could drive my whole body up and down on his shaft. Eventually with a gasp from each of us his cock went limp and slipped out. Saul hurried off to the bathroom while I collapsed on the bed. When he returned, he scooted in next to me. We talked absently while pulling at one another cocks. Once again I found myself holding his long smooth hard rod.
"Squeeze harder," he insisted with a deep heavy whisper, then kissed me softly. "Harder! Yeah! That's a good boy. Ready for some more fucking?"
"Sure." I sighed willing to do anything gazing up into his smiling, lustful eyes.
Saul pulled my ass off the edge of the bed, plopped my plump cheeks on his thighs and started groping around for the lube.
" Oh, fuck it!" he said at last and plunged into me with lust blooming across his face. After the initial thrust, he pulled my legs apart in a wide "V" and threw his hairy upper body atop me. He kept up a slow stead fuck, almost all the way out each stroke. His hairy chest, broad muscular shoulders, smug hot expression and crisp green eyes hovered over me. He kissed me gently and kept telling me what a good looking guy I was.
Eventually he collapsed on my sweaty frame. We lay there a moment then he lumbered up off of me to check his private parts, "Yeah, we hit oil." When he returned from the bathroom he said, "That's pretty much going to be it on the fucking. How can I make you cum?" he asked softly.
I rolled on my back, told him to cuddle up next to me on the left, with one leg pinning my left leg to the mattress. His large right hand stroked my salt-n-pepper hair and kissed my brow as my right hand began to work my rigid member. His left hand sought out my well used hole and started working it with at first one finger and eventually two.
"Oh, yeah. You know what I like," I moaned.
"Oh, I know something else you'll like. I had 'circus sex' last weekend," he said, grinning mischievously.
"What?"
"Well, I can get a shot for my erectile dysfunction."
I laughed at that but kept stroking in anticipation as to where the story was going.
"It'll keep my dick hard for four hours. So me and a fuck buddy went to the local bathhouse. You know that padded saw horse looking thing they got. Well, I put him on that and we put on quite the show."
Saul was now dry humping my hip with a stiffening cock.
"You know how it is once a couple of guys start fucking, everyone starts fucking. I fucked six guys that afternoon; two of them twice. I told my buddy I could have fallen asleep and guys still could have fucked themselves on me!"
That was hot enough for me, I started spewing my white cum all over my round hairless belly. Saul kept whispering endearments, encouragement and compliments. When my breathing returned to normal, I wiggled my left arm out of his embrace, grabbed a hand towel and cleaned myself up.
"Now what can I do for you?" I asked.
In response he rolled us both over, so I lay now atop his massive handsome frame. Our feet were towards the head of the bed. "Suck my cock?"
I smiled in response and scooted closer to his smooth long shaft and tight little balls. Saul was hard again with that glistening that comes from tight skin and the rosy-purple satin of his cockhead. He didn't need to remind me to "squeeze harder!" But, once I put my mouth over the head and most of the shaft, it seemed easier to shove his cock in and out of my mouth by hefting and releasing his balls with my left hand.
My right hand and arm caressed his finely furred body. I kept away from his left nipple and let Saul dial those ring up carefully for himself. I knew he liked his balls stroked and his dick stayed hard, but no rapid breath or moans of pleasure escaped his lips. So, I started licking the shaft, darting my tongue into his precum-oozing piss slit and playing with Saul's balls. His massive right hand returned my head to the prime position for face fucking. I started using his wrist band incased balls to move his rod in and out of my mouth more rapidly. I was hoping that did it for him, when the first large load of salty cum filled my open mouth.
"Oh, yeah!" he cried.
I swallowed quickly and went back to sucking as five more large loads erupted up out of his shaft. "Oh, sorry man. I should have warned you."
I mumbled, "No problem." But it was the biggest load of cum I've ever experienced, running out both sides of my mouth and down my chest.
After resting for a bit in my arms, Saul headed home to his husband and I hit the books. At the door he gave me a hug so big he lifted me off the floor (I'm 6'1"!) and made me promise to call again.
The next day after being stripped and fondled plus getting a body cavity search from a former prison matron, she allowed me to sit at a terminal for 5 hours and take my 200 question test.
I passed! Did I celebrate? Yes!
Off to the Eagle for a couple of beers on the back patio. I talked to some non-bear in a cowboy hat. He wore boots like me but wasn't planning on dancing at the Cuff that night. Then dinner where the cute bartenders danced attending on me.
After that I walked up Pine making my way slowly towards the Cuff. Lots of restaurants and people on Pine. Including "Our Place". There were a few guys there who drank after work with their buddies. After I drank a beer, I moved on up the street. The handsome bouncer asked for no cover charge. The front of the Cuff was near empty, but in the back on the dance floor the place was hopping.
From 7pm-11pm it's country music dancing! Now, at four months away from retirement I might not be every gay man's dream, but if you're a co-ed out with your girlfriends and you want to dance, the guy with the belly hanging over his belt buckle and the Tony Llama boots might be just what you are looking for.
The problem was I'd forgotten it was August and that school wasn't back in session yet. Be that as it may, there were still women there looking to dance. A country western dance floor is the place where I am happiest in the world. The place I know best. The place where I most thoroughly understand the rules of life. The people standing on the edge of the dance floor tapping their toes are the ones who want to dance. The rest are picky in some way.
I was there to dance. And so was she. She stood on the steps leading to the dance floor. She stood in the best lighting so everyone could see her. She wore a tan top with matching long tan skirt. (The girls in skirts want to dance.) I asked, she said yes. But, on the dance floor instead of laughter and chatter, she looked at other people. Sort of reminding me of dancing in Utah where every partner I danced a two-step with would be busy to see if her ex-husband watched.
I walked her back to her dikish girlfriend who was wearing a red ball cap and men's shorts. Only the girlfriend was cute with a cute smile. I wasn't going to forget her. I got a beer at the bar and checked out the action on the floor. A dike named Brock standing next to me struck up a conversation as we eyed the beauties on the dance floor.
Brock went off to hit on a bevy of short haired blonde cuties on the far side of the room, while I went to ask a dance from a big blonde gal that was so much fun to watch during the line dancing. She was great to dance with. She loved it and had a great smile. As I returned to my beer, the petite dike in the red cap catch my eye. She was alone. Her girlfriend was off dancing.
"Would you like to dance?"
"I don't know how."
"No problem. I'm a dance instructor. I'm sure we'll have a great time."
We did. Then off to ask a woman in a long green dress. Enroute I greeted a big blonde-headed boy with blue eyes and a dimple chin standing on the edge of the dance floor. By the time I got to the green lady's table, she'd disappeared, but her friend Laura wanted to dance. Laura was very impressed when I asked her by name a second time.
Meanwhile, the dike with the red cap, ditched the cap. So we hit the dance floor, then I grabbed a beer and went outside to watch. A muscular dark haired bouncer kept me company at the door way. Either he was bi or loved to dance, because our eyes never left the dance floor while we chatted. Next I asked the big boy. His eyes were the best!
"I don't know how."
"No problem. I'm a dance instructor. I'm sure we'll have a great time," I cooed smoothly like a thousand times before in my life.
It was hard to herd around someone in a boot-scoot when he weighs a hundred and fifty pounds more than I do, but he was great at the spins. Plus his name was Bill, one of my favorite names. Back to the cute girl formerly known as the dike in the red ball cap: I swear she'd gotten some make-up on while I was talking to the hunky security guy.
A little sweet talking with the big boy, then off to ask the joyful big-titted blonde. She regretfully declined because her friends were leaving. I returned to my beer and saw Brock leaving with a honey. I congratulated him on his excellent taste and headed for the bevy of beauties from which Brock found true love. I asked a petite little thing who was delighted to be asked but declined.
"I'll dance with you."
Her name was Lynn. She was light on her feet. She was closer to my age then her girlfriends. She was blond and well-built. She was a delight. I asked for a second dance at the end of the first, but her friends were leaving too. I looked around to discover that it was almost eleven and all the cow-folk had left. I cruised the place a few times looking for Bill and then head for my hotel, along the scenic route.
Big, quiet, handsome Bill sat at the bar alone when I re-entered "Our Place" . I said hi, but got nowhere. Actually, on my last stop of the evening at the Eagle, I found him there too. I suggested the hand of destiny was showing in our constant meetings, but apparently I wasn't his type. I was drunk enough by then to lead him around by the hand introducing him to guys who might be his type. (If I can't have him, someone should.)
Anyway I headed for the dance floor upstairs at Our Place.. Not my kind of music but the three male go-go dancers in silver bikinis were! Particularly the guy on the far side of the crowded dance floor. I started working that way. I bumped into some guy and we started dancing. At the change of music I kept moving towards the far side of the room. Edging towards the dancing underwear model I all but tripped over some big buxom black gal sitting alone. I pointed out she should be dancing. So, we did.
She was a nasty, lively thing. I finally made it to the go-go. He possessed those dark killer good looks of a man who knows he's hot! He generously thrust his hips towards the proffered bill. He seemed to enjoy my hand slipping it into his bikini. I couldn't believe when he thrust up at the critical moment and the head of his dick brushed my knuckles!
It was time to head for the hotel. As I worked my way through the crowd I saw "Lynn!"
"Dave!"
We hugged liked we hadn't seen one another in 30 years, rather than just 30 minutes . We started talking about all sorts of stuff. She is so fine looking. All the time, I felt like someone was watching us. I glanced at the crowd dancing around us and noticed nothing but a shapely brunette dancing with some guy. I mentioned my son was in town, also on business which got Lynn and I talking about our grown children. The brunette was still looking over her shoulder at me.
"Lynn, who is that giving me the evil eye."
"It's my date," she answered without hesitation.
"Oh, I'd better leave before I get you in trouble."
"Give me your cell phone first." She typed in her cell number. "Call me next time you are in town."
I staggered off to my bed. I'd passed the big test after four months of study. I had dates lined up for my next visit with two big hairy studs who love to fuck and a big titted blonde who loves to dance. It had been a great day.